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I once rode a dream
in a mind made wheel of red light
it took me where I imagined
a rooftop on the corner of my block
or a moon of Jupiter
where I watched the Earth being born
and then die
all in the span of one dream
history known and unknown
I witnessed
those whose lives I read and cried for
and those who garnered no words
those who passed in battle for glory
and those who withered unbeknownst
those who spoke to millions
and those millions
who left in silence
will I remember?
within this dream I asked
to whatever power
whatever being
allowed this
and with that I awoke
to bright Sun
and the laughter of my daughter
'Wake up daddy...wake up
will you remember what?'
perhaps just a dream
perhaps more
but hear me now
seven years have passed
and not a day have I forgotten
not a day
have I not cherished
oldie
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
There was a place.
There was a time …
There, I stood … still unknowing
and everything seemed fine.

But there in that place …
at that moment in time …
the moment I saw the eyes,
I'd never believed I'd find.

Well, what could I say?
What could I do?
In a world filled with billions …
and there … was a you.

I'd always known you were out there …
even written of something amiss.
I never, ever stopped looking for you …
because my heart always said that you exist.

My breezy Fall became harshest Winter.
My crazy life left my health running out.
I'd resigned myself that our moment had passed …
but this moment … it removed all doubt.

Well, what could I say?
Tell me, what could I do?
There we stood, staring … alone … in a city of millions …
yes, there … there was a you.

Oh, that mistress fate, she is just so cruel.
Frustration, a curse to be mine.
   I'd searched for you my entire life …
but now … my clock … knows a limit of time.

You see, I would never venture a love with you,
while knowing I'd have to leave you … hurt and alone.
I could only admire from afar … stoic and aloof …
while turning my heart into stone.

Nothing I could ever say and nothing I could ever do …
But now, at long last … at least I finally knew.

There, you stood … green seas, gazing up … into skies of blue.
My long-awaited revelation … become sorrow-laced realization.
There really is … a you.
Imagine that, for most of your adult life, you have had this sense ... this feeling that there is someone out there that you are supposed to find. Someone you are supposed to connect with. You even write about it and have no clue what made you write these things.

You don't know why ... you don't know who ... and you surely don't know when. All you do know is that it has never left your psyche and that it has always carried this strange sense of urgency.

Now ... after 2 decades, you begin to think that you were just being silly and give up on the whole idea and laugh at yourself.
Then ... just as you have accepted that ...

YOU FIND HER.

It hits you like a ton of bricks ... you realize that the person standing before you, looking right into your eyes is THAT person!

And you realize that you are not only too far apart in age, but you also have to deal with the fact that you are terminally sick as well. Now you ponder if it was EVER supposed to be a romantic thing or that things are just ****** up askew in this timeline ... or perhaps ... it was to fulfill or realize something else in the timeline ...

Now ... ask yourself ... What would you do?

This writing became the basis for my experimental short story entitled:

"Somewhere ... Out There".

I launched it here at HP and could NOT believe the response ...
Everyone LOVED it and it got (at this writing) over 2500 views!
So humbled, SO honored by everyone's love.
Find it here:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2396540/thee-longest-piece-ever-uploaded-on-hello-poetry-as-far-as-i-know-i-doubt-youll-read-it-through/
Helen Raymond Mar 2018
Before I knew I had a face, before my eyes were blue
I was an immigrant, a migrant in a world anew
A traveler, an explorer, taking note of my escapades
What hands had I?
What limbs?

There I was a creature of breath, dancing from brim to grin
With my novelty sovereignty, my command of you all
With a smile I conjured yours, with a scream I was pacified
What words had I?
What songs?

Alas you could not hear me or my wild thoughts
We could dance upon the ceiling, but you smiled dumb
So I roared and screamed like a heathen!
We were not the same.
I would  not  be tamed.

What was wearing my skin?
Before I knew I had a face, before my eyes were blue.
Before I was even a mild fancy of you.

When I was a beast of breath without identity
What was I before I was me?
What was wearing my skin?
just a weird thought I had in the shower
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
Please save a place for me,
deep inside your heart.
Always know that I think of you,
as we both practice our art.

Our worlds are full of temptations,
so very hard to resist …
and the good Lord knows
we're both far from,
sixteen and never been kissed.

Wealthy men with jaws divine …
Temptresses with looks so fine …
Paths that lead our hearts away …
Paths that surely lead astray …

They'll lead us there every time.
They'll leave us there … so  unkind.
Our hearts must shine,
night and day.
Through any darkness … they'll light our way.

If you never touch my face …
If I never look into your eyes …
We'll always have the comfort of sharing
the same
big, blue sky.

If I never smell your hair …
If you never kiss my lips …
Always know the search for your smile
has launched a thousand ships.

So, I hope you save a place for me
in your heart so sweet and kind.
Please, save a place for me …
Heaven knows you've one in mine.
Fall 1999
Shaddox Feb 2018
Snowflakes drawn the curtain,
The wind mutes everything in sight,
I shiver, knowing what is coming,
Whips of frost begin to strike.

My eyes have become mute,
Everything twists in a whirling haze,
The pain does not echo in my heart,
For it has become a burning blaze.

There is no such thing as a phoenix of ice,
Waiting to splendidly be reborn,
As this frozen flame inside of me,
Simply cannot burn.

All that is left to do,
Is to wait for an end to come trough,
Thoughts of light, hopes of fire,
Let them guide my last desire:
Let me die, as many times as needed,
My next life has already been seeded.
A A Feb 2018
At this point, I only hope he can rest peacefully
And that a part of him has been reincarnated into an unassuming cherub.
At this point, I just hope that one day when I’m old and grey-headed
In Soho or Orlando or in Florence...
I’ll come across a young man laughing.
A young man who resembles him: his unique look, the distinctive voice, distinct laugh...
I won’t know it and neither will he.
But perhaps we’ll meet again for a split second
In another time, another place, another life...
SeaChel Feb 2018
There's something

s t r a n g e

hiding deep within my soul.

It hums with an otherworldly vibration,

a foreign frequency,

and if you listen closely,

you can hear it whisper,

"Come home."
After a reading I was given, I was told that my soul is a very young one (contradicting previous belief).  The bruja, explained to me that I came from another realm; sent to learn about humans and their behavior.  Everything she explained and different things - personal things I never have told another soul - she explained about myself, resonated so deeply that it shook me.  I always felt there was something off, some part of the picture of  my life that I did't understand, but now it's clear.
Coventore Feb 2018
I have been here so many times,
Experienced many falls and many primes.
I am merely a visitor, a player, in this game,
Here for a while before I shed my face and name.

But I play this game, and I do not play alone.
I know of people from the Aether; my true home.
They had come with me, but first I remember none,
Of who they are in this game, and where have they come and gone.

But our hearts will always bring us back to,
Each other's embrace, those words are true.
A wise man said that love is forever.
Past this life and beyond, we've been together.

When we find each other, we would rejoice,
For our union is beyond a mortal body's choice.
But I feel sorrow for the day of my soul's return,
To this place, and forget them for one more turn.

My dear family of soul and heart,
Please hear me now before we part.
I love you all, my words are too true.
I'm glad we've united. me and you.

I hope one day, when our lessons are done,
When we drop this video game to finally have fun.
I wish to explore infinity and beyond,
With you, until stars come and gone.

Thank you, my soul family...
Those people I have known in this life and in countless lives long since passed... I have to wonder how we've met in the Aether. I have to wonder what true glory we could achieve together. But for now, in this mortal coil, I am thankful that I have you. In this mortal coil, I am glad to call you my soul family.
Martin Mikelberg Dec 2017
reincarnationcertain
many times I have gone one way or another in believing the possibility of returning - the real question is why would I want to.
WeFeelFine Nov 2017
To what purpose are these words?
In emotion expressed this way,
Though thoughts may be heard,
Few know what they weigh.

Is it vain to think your words have worth to another?
That your words mean more than the words of some other?

The purpose is more than mere appreciation.
It is more than the expression of deepest frustration.

Our words are the life of our generation.
We are the proof of dead poet's reincarnation.

Do not be discouraged,
They may not express heed,
Sharing words prove our courage,
And that's what we all need.
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